Rock shook her head and looked around. This was not the Other Realm or Japan. She took in her surroundings, seeing a small fenced in area with a dwelling of some sort in front of her. Not knowing what else to do, she went over to one of the window looking things and peered through.

The pale-skinned woman frowned. Nothing much seemed to be happening...A rather large man was heading towards a small cupboard under a flight of stairs... He threw the cupboard open...And then Rock got a look at what was inside. It was a little boy. He was hurt... BADLY hurt. Why hadn't the man taken him to treat his injuries? Why was he grabbing him so rough-wait...Did he just throw the little boy on the floor? Why was he taking off his belt? Was he...He was hitting the child!

Enough was enough! She felt the familiar blue flame creep over her eye as she formed her gun in Cannon Mode. She proceeded to blast the back door apart and quickly collapsed the weapon. She drew her katana and stepped over the wreckage inside, glaring dangerously at the obese man. Silently, Rock roughly shoved Vernon to the ground and approached the little boy.

Vernon staggered to his feet, scowling at the woman's back...but his face paled when he saw the huge cannon on her arm. He turned from the room and ran. She wanted the freak, she could have him!

Harry cowered at the sight of the woman approaching him. She looked dangerous...With a scared whimper, he tried to drag himself away, but pain shot up his body when he attempted to move. All he could do was sit there and wait for the woman to get him...

Rock frowned and knelt down, unsure how to proceed. She tentatively reached out and stroked the poor boy's cheek. The boy squeaked and jerked away before realizing that she wasn't going to hurt him. Scooting closer, she picked him up carefully, wary of the numerous injuries upon his frail frame. Hearing a loud wailing noise, she quickly realized that the fat man must have called those police people. Not wanting to leave the child behind, she grabbed a blanket and some food looking things from the kitchen area before running out the large hole in the wall.

Rock ducked into a bush as the police neared. She held her breath as they ran past the bush, and let it all out in a whoosh of air as they passed by her. She took the time to inspect the child's injuries... They were horrible. He was burnt, he was bleeding, he was bruised...Pretty much any form of injury you could think of, it was there.

What was she supposed to do? She crept from the bush and darted across the street. Mato and Miku had something in Japan called a hospital. Maybe this place has something similar with the supplies she needed. Once she got the child fixed, she could concentrate on getting to Japan. This place was too strange for her tastes. Too neat. She made a small face and then looked at the frail child. He had fallen asleep in her arms and was curled up in the blanket she retrieved. It was... cute. At that moment, Rock felt something stir in her chest. It was warm and felt... right. She wrapped the blanket more securely around the child and began her search for a place with medical supplies.

Meanwhile...

Vernon pounded his fist against the side of his armchair.

"I WANT THAT FREAK FOUND!"

"I understand, Mr. Dursley. We'll do everything we can to retrieve your nephew..." Vernon was too into his tirade to listen.

"SHE BREAKS INTO MY HOUSE, MANHANDLES ME, AND STEALS MY PROPERTY! IT'S ALL THAT FREAK HARRY'S FAULT! I SHOULD HAVE STARTED BEATING THE FREAKISHNESS OUT OF HIM SOONER, THAT NO GOOD MISERABLE EXCUSE FOR A NEPHEW! CAN'T EVEN GET THE BLOODY CHORES RIGHT! HE DESERVED EVERY INJURY I GAVE HIM! I WOULD HOPE THAT B*** KILLS HIM, BUT HE STILL HAS CHORES TO DO! WHEN HE GETS BACK HERE, HE'LL BE LUCKY IF I DON'T KILL HIM MYSE-" It was at this moment that Vernon remembered that he was ranting right in front of five police officers. "...So...erm...You lot care for a spot of tea?"

The officers look at one another. "Oh, we'll find her alright. But only after you have been put behind bars. Let's go Mr. Dursely!"

"No! You don't understand! THAT FREAK IS A WIZARD! HE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS! ARREST HIM AND THAT CRAZY BITCH!"

The officers struggled to restrain him, but after years of abusing Harry, Vernon had grown surprisingly strong.

"Sir calm down! Charles! Call for back up and get the Asylum down here! This guy's gone right loony!" They continued to struggle with him for several minutes until more officers arrived and threw him in the back of a van, slamming the doors shut and sending it off. "Now we just have to find that poor girl with the boy."

Meanwhile...

Rock was getting a little miffed. Where on Earth was the hospital? She needed to get medical attention for the child! Looking down at him, she noticed...that some of his wounds were already healing over? How was that possible? He was in terrible condition before she had found him... Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of sirens.

The cops! She mentally kicked herself. How could she have forgotten? She began to sprint, jacket flying out behind her a she raced for a small shed she saw. She couldn't afford to be captured now. Not when this child needed help! She dove into the shed before the cops saw her. That was too close. As she sat there waiting for night to fall, she fell asleep, arms wrapped tightly around the little boy in a warm, protective embrace.